 |
Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
|
||||
| Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 10-June 22:16:36 AEST | ||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
Array
(
[sid] => 68138
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => untitled
[time] => 2004-10-19 21:42:08
[hometext] => my english teacher told me today... that my escape to everything in the world was writing... who knows
[bodytext] => So he talked to me My english teacher He told me I had a gift To write To write when I don't feel like I belong in this world. To write when I hate everyone on this earth To write when I want to die And so I sit here. Feeling like I don't belong in this world Hating everyone on this earth And wanting... Wanting so badly to die Sure my life I guess is alright I'm a dancer I'm a journalist for the school newspaper I have a good job And well ... Okay forget the friends They don't count They misenterpret me Everyday All day long They put words in my mouth People begin to hate me They hate me for the things I say .... that really I didn't say at all They shun me Turn their backs and run away from me I'm easy to them I'm suicidal to them I try to say I'm sorry I just can't be like the rest of them They don't know what it's like to be me But yet, they still hate me They still want me gone And somedays I think I can do that I can be gone I won't ever come back But I never go away I never go because of the good things I hold with me I don't have to have any friends Although it would be nice somedays to know someone cares and loves me But for now I'm different I'm alone I hate everyone I want to die I want so badly to die And I will I will die Not today Maybe tomorrow [comments] => 3 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 43 [informant] => lovelyhatred08 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
|
Menu
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©
Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster
All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com
All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.
Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com